Interlude: All Things Are Mind-Made (1)

Because of the earlier attempt on his life, Kim Yul had built up quite a grudge against Duke Vertus.

Of course, how could Kim Yul, an outsider and mere commoner, possibly fight and beat Duke Vertus, who could even knock birds out of the sky?

But.

Kim Yul knew very well how to grab the people in power by the hair and make them eat dirt.

This was also due to his bloodline.

He had not only been born with a round, rebellious-looking face.

A nation of insane court historians who, even when the king himself said, “Do not record this in the official annals,” still wrote it down and made sure it survived to future generations.

A people who, whenever they were pissed off, would file memorials without backing down, united in the belief that even if their heads were cut off, they had to point out the facts.

Kim Yul came from that nation of blunt-talking people who wrote, “Your servant has not eaten crab paste since the Gapjin year,” only to actually lose their head.

Thus...